Emily Collins.
The air was chilly when we stepped out of the plane, following after the other passengers and I feel it, the familiarity hits me in waves and waves, quickly making reality set in.
Memories from six years ago flood through my mind in a fast pace as I walk pass certain things, everything is new looking and shiny, as always, they tend to do revamps on almost everything in this town after every three years or so, that's what I seem to remember anyway, that, and a lot of other things, important things, hurtful things.
Memories of everyone I knew, my old friends, all of us together, going on family trips, coming here to this place, it rings in my mind just like it has rang that day I had left, like a warning bell.
“Damn, who be owning a limo though?” Jasmine jokes and I turn to look at where her eyes are set and I see it, the black limo parked and waited
Emily Collins.The house— no the mansion stood before us, towering and intimidating us, making us look like bloody ants in front of it but I knew, once we stepped through those golden paneled doors, then we all might as well become test ants or something.“You're rich?” Alex blurts, coming to stand next to me, completely shocked at the new information his been given and I shake my head no.I gesture to the mansion, “They're rich.” I say.Alex is a billionaire but it's pretty obvious his never seen something like this before. I can tell that much by the way he keeps mumbling and staring wide eyed at everything. . . Jasmine and Archer as well and I get it, this is new for them but old for me, so fucking old and crumpled.A heavy, tired, sigh falls out of my lips and I shut my eyes, telling myself to calm down, to block out tho
Emily Collins.My feet stop at a familiar doorway— everything else in the house looks new and shiny, except this, this place, this door, it looks old and dusty, as if everyone were too afraid to touch it.Too afraid to uncover my old self, I take in a deep, heavy breath and step back away from the dark door, not understanding why anyone wouldn't want to use the third floor for anything? Everything from today is just clouding my mind right now and everything is much more confusing and complex than I would have ever thought it would be. I want to know what happened in these years, even though, I know it isn't my right to know. I shouldn't dig into these things, especially when I was the one who left, willingly.I remember, Richard and Eliza making plans to turn the third floor into ballroom skylight thing so why not do it then? Since I've been gone with no promises of ever coming back to thi
Connor Conwell.I hated shopping.Elizabeth, she knew it, too.And I knew her asking me to bring her here,It was payback for taking her back to that house.I couldn't fight it though, couldn't tell her it wasn't my choice and it wasn't hers either. I had to listen to someone higher than all of us. I couldn't tell her something I wasn't allowed to and anyway, it wasn't even my place to say anything about it.“What about this?” She waves something, a light green bag of potato chips, trying to wave it in my face when she knows, she's an elf, too short.I glance down at the dark haired woman and nod my head, quickly reaching to grab my own shit as well. Neither one of us were going to pay for any of this junk, anyway, so why waste money that wasn't ours? She would fight me over that at the counter,
Emily Collins.I was slowly starting to lose it.I was going to crack soon, too, I just knew it.It was a waiting game on my part now.Waiting to crack.And unleash my beast.It was all because of those eyes, that smile and that. . . Oh my god, I can't believe I'm about to say that but it's all that thin, slutty, bitches fault. . . Kacie fucking Blackwell! That nice side that she tried to flaunt at me, ohh, I knew it all, too, well. I knew that that was her game, her plan. I didn't even want to know why her and Connor were so goody goody all of a sudden. I had thought he hated her and she felt mutually to him.Oh, how wrong was I?They way she shoved her diamond rings at me, she always loved the bigger things in life, always wanted everything she couldn't have and she had it now— for a
Emily Collins.We all laughed, thinking about that clown we just encountered and I stop, smiling to myself at today's memories with my family.It was filled with endless amounts of laughter and happiness and so much food, I bet our bellies are about to explode, we had so many toys that we won packed away in that car, too. We made alot of memories here today, that I was sure about, and I knew that we all would be remembering this day for a long, long time and we'll cherish it for years to come. It was that good and amazing!Archer has been screaming in pure joy, excitement and happiness from the moment we entered and I swear, we all were so amazed, they are, that a kid so tiny as him could store so much energy in his little body. It was shocking but fun, nonetheless.It was a stress free evening and night.For me mostly, anyway.My fe
Emily Collins.A vaguely familiar voice whispers in my ear and I shiver, grasping that voice further and pulling it deeper into my memory box.I'm roughly turned around in the person's arms by the rough and tight hold they have on my arms, turning me to face them and my eyes immediately opening, coming face to face with one of my longest most favorite nightmares.Electric green eyes.They stare back at me, too.With all sorts of emotions and feelings swirling in those orbs.His tall height hovers over me, casting a huge and dark shadow over and around my small figure, so daringly and threatening that I gulp, my throat suddenly to dry and my heart suddenly to loud, silently cursing to myself in my mixed up head.“Elizabeth Kingsley,” He softly breaths.My heart,My stom
Emily Collins.Mistakes.They were crazy.And obsessive, always in your mind, reminding you about how mad you've messed everything up, always.It was a never ending thing with my mind, always debating and fighting and messing me up on the inside. I never regretted my mistake but I owned up to it, but never regret, until last night— of course after seeing him again after all these years and the way he just. . . left like that.Tiredness, thick and heavy, coursed throughout me.Last night, that meeting with him, it had really drained a lot of my energy, I'll admit that much.Archer's letting legs and feet were swinging back and forth and he kept humming a familiar beat underneath his breath as he sat on the counter and watched me make him warm honeyed milk with a pinch of ginger in it but I didn't tell him th
Emily Collins.Kacie had been keeping contact with Connor about the wedding plans with her sister, thankfully, I wasn't the one to keep contact with her because I knew I might as well as death to take me himself if I were to see or speak to her again.Ridiculous and pathetic, I knew that.I had agreed to meet with the bride herself, obviously she didn't know who I was yet so I didn't know what to expect.Did she change?Or was she just the same?I was way too eager to find out but also, I was scared.Always expect the unexpected they say.That's what I'm doing right now, I guess, in this café far from our town and into the next town, the more calm and peaceful town.Rose's café was the best. I always would come here when I was younger, that was years back no
Emily.It's been two hours since I've been back at the Kingsley mansion, playing games and goofing off with my little guy when a distraught looking Alex rushed into the room, mumbling and grunting under his breath about Jasmine which is what brings me to my current situation.“Jasmine?” I call while my knuckles bang against the wooden door, waiting for her to answer or at least open the damn thing. “Are you alright in there?” I ask.As expected I don't get a reply back. “Alright. I'm coming inside now, okay?” I say, pushing open the door.And the sight I'm met with only hurts my heart more. I hate to see my strong, sassy bestfriend looking so. . . down and out of it with tears running down her face while she whimpers, her fingers clutched around something.“Jasmine. . . are you okay?” I walk towards the unmade bed.
Emily.I stay wrapped up in Ashers arms with his hands slowly brushing my back and hair, for as long as I can. I welcome the feeling that he gives off. . . the feeling of love.I know we're ruined and broken beyond repair. I know, I knew, our love wasn't strong enough for the battle that is my parents but as much as I hate to deny or admit it, I love Asher Blackwell. I love him so much that it's going to hurt me tenfold when I leave again.“I had to leave.” I breath out into the silence.“With my parents forcing me into a marriage and making me into some sort of deal to my friends all being to high up and to the guy that I was madly in love with hurting me like that. . . I just. . . I didn't know what to do. It was all too much for me. It was the last straw.” I state.“I wish you didn't run. I wish you had done what the old El
Emily.Black, grey and white are the themed colors throughout his house. I've always known he liked the colour black. It's dark and mysterious. I like it. I remember him saying.I enter his kitchen and fall in love with how amazing it looks. Who knew the young Blackwell knew his color schemes and designs so well. You knew. A reminds me and that voice isn't lying. Of course I knew.Asher has alot of talents but his main focus has always been to sing. He loved him but he was never allowed to persue it because of the Blackwell heir.Their business folk, men and women, not musicians who take drugs and party their life's away. They have a reputation to uphold. Ashers father told him that after he had beated him and broke his instruments.I remember aiding Asher on days and nights when his father got mad at him especially when he would sing.&
Emily.I spot the door as soon as I enter through the living room and relief floods through me. I grab onto the black handle and yank it open and when it clicks. I silently thank the heavens for it not being locked.The door doesn't stay open for long because soon Asher has his hands slapping against the wood and closing it shut, not allowing me to open it again.What the fuck is his problem?I groan out in frustration when his another hand grabs me and spins me around to face a furious looking Asher. I roll my eyes at him, I want to leave, I don't want to be here with him, near him or anywhere with him.His hold on my arm tightens when he notices me struggling and trying to get out of his grip, but it's no use.“Let me go!” I snap.Did he not ask me to leave a few minutes ago?&ldq
Emily.I hadn't realized that I've fallen asleep until I'm awaken by light finger movements on my face. It's ticklish and annoying. The person touching me is doing it so softly and gently.They were caressing my face, this much I knew, because they weren't doing it to wake me or annoy me. It was more of a loving, caring and gentle touch and even though I was annoyed by it at first, I welcomed the touch and feel of the it by humming and leaning closer towards it.When the light touching stops, my eyes flutter open and I'm met with dark green ones staring back at me.“Hi.” I murmur, lazily smiling up at him.“Good morning Beautiful.” His husky voice greets and he smiles back, “Sleep good?” He asks, pulling me closer to him.I hum out a response, nodding my head as I snuggle closer to him and his warm b
Asher.Elizabeth has always been so delicate and fragile. It only makes my body and mind intrigued to the point where every single being of me craves her.I tainted her. I know I did.I never could stop myself when it came to the dark haired beauty. I still can't seem to stop myself. She consumes me that way. She's my energy and magnet. She continues to pull me through the darkness and wrap me in her light. She always seems to save me and make me whole.Her small body lies underneath me, almost waiting for my loving. The need to shove myself inside her and take her hard and rough is almost overpowering. But I know control.I need to be slow and gentle with my innocent girl. I can't hurt her. . . not again. I know she's never been with anyone else in these last years being away from me. I know she's way to absorbed in me to allow anyone else to touc
Emily.“Ellie!” Asher groans from behind me making me turn around to face him. “Come back to bed, it's too early to be up.” He grumbles into his pillow.“I'm actually leaving,” I say, moving backwards towards the bedroom door. “Thank you, uh, for last night.” I rush out.I don't understand why he brought me back to his place when all my friends where right there. They could have taken me home instead of him bringing me here and me being struck here.I don't even know why my friends would have allowed him to take me away with him when two of them don't even know him. Well besides Alex, I guess. I really need to ask him about that. I can't even believe that they hadn't even tried to stop him!Within a blink of an eye his up off his bed and rushing forward to where I stand shocked at his sudden and fast movements befo
Emily.My head hurts.It's like a someone's continuously banging against my skull with a hammer. It's a awful feeling and I know exactly why I'm feeling like this. It's because of me, it's my fault. I drank way to much than I intended to and now here I am . . . suffering with the horrible consequences of my stupid decisions last night.My body and mind are slowly waking up from their long, comfortable and peaceful slumber, allowing me feel and hear things around me.I could feel a warm arm lazily slung over my waist. I knew a body was behind me because I could feel their body heat radiating off of them. I could feel their breath fanning across my neck and I could hear the evened out breathing.I slowly open my eyes, allowing them to get used to the bright light of the sun that beams through opened window and black curtain.A slight chilly breeze flows through
Emily.Minutes later of me pushing and shoving my way through people dancing, people talking and laughing, and couples making out, dry humping each other . . . yeah I might have pushed them a little harder than the rest.I find my drunk friends sitting in a booth while gulping down more drinks. I roll my eyes and start to make my way over to them.They definitely weren't concerned about me disappearing.“Hey guys, having fun?” I ask, smirking at the drunk group who are all chatting to each other rather loudly.Four widen pairs of eyes stare back at me and then their all laughing leaving me confused and lost about what we're supposed to be laughing at until I realized that their laughing at me.I frown, opening my mouth to ask them what's so funny when a pair of arms slide around my waist, pulling me towards a hard chest. I close my mouth whi